Just as Jiang Ye and Qingmei were escaping.
Above the Divine Statue Square, above the clouds.
"Found them."
"They are indeed there." Mo Wushuang, sitting cross-legged in the void, opened his eyes. He had received messages from his followers.
Immediately.
"Found them?" Hai Qingxin's eyes lit up, but she also showed a hint of apprehension: "Mo Wushuang's ability to deduce destiny is truly indefensible."
The Talent of a Prodigy allows one to deduce the nature of all things through vital energy.
But this ability varies in strength.
The weak can only deduce their own fortunes, peering into short-term fates, discerning subtle signs of calamity and fortune, and even struggle to predict the weather or mundane happenings of the next day.
